we're all monsters

He nodded his head, acknowledging her comment. He was not the most social of wolves, though that itch of recognition was bothering him. He didn't recognise her scent, either. The bits of it that drifted towards him spoke of a pack he wasn't familiar with. 


“Don't let me hold you up” he said, her words indicating a desire to leave. He had no intention of intimidating her. But before giving her a chance to move if she chose to, he spoke again. “Have we met before? There's something familiar about you…” perhaps it was understandable that the remembrance was one sided, when wolves his size didn't come along very often.